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Neo was already asleep when Trinity came home to their room in IO. They rarely spent time apart since their reunion a few months ago, but tonight she had needed to talk to Niobe in private, and it had taken longer than she had hoped or anticipated. By the end, the need to touch Neo was almost physically painful. Trinity undressed quickly and slid in behind him, relishing the warmth of the blanket and his solid back. She exhaled, feeling a weight lift off her chest when he unconsciously shifted to curl into her body. She slid her hand under his shirt and suddenly was reminded of another night, long ago on the Neb, when she had done just the same to warm her hands…
She nuzzled her face on his neck and pressed a trail of kisses there, until her teeth grazed his earlobe softly, whilst her hand caressed his chest. Neo didn't flinch but she noticed he had the faintest grin on his face.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,”-Trinity whispered in his ear, her voice full of desire.
“Liar,” he murmured, eyes still closed, clearly enjoying her caresses.
As a reproach, she bit his earlobe lightly and tugged. Neo moaned and turned to face her. He smiled at her, eyes crinkling at the corners, before pulling her into a soft kiss. “‘I’m glad you’re back,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep. “I missed you. How did it go?" Neo nuzzled Trinity's nose and drew her closer into his warm embrace.
"Fine. About as well as expected," she said, gladly tucking her head into his shoulder. "But I don't want to talk about it right now." Trinity angled her head so that she could nip teasingly at his neck. "I missed you, too.”
Neo sighed gently at her teeth on his neck, feeling himself flush everywhere her mouth touched his skin. “Mhm...what do you want to talk about then?” he murmured, trying to suppress a sleepy smile. Trinity heaved a dramatic sigh before kissing her way up to his face, making a great show of hemming and hawing between each kiss as if trying to decide their next conversation topic. Her lips hovered ever so gently above his for a long moment, chilling the playful mood in the air, before she forcefully grabbed the back of his head, just above his plug.
“You know, I don’t feel like talking at all,” she whispered, a darkly mischievous smile flickering across her lips before they crashed into Neo’s.
While they kissed hard, their movements were soft. Their tongues swirled against each other, repeating a familiar dance from long ago. Neo brought a hand to Trinity's jaw and drew her in closer. She moaned into his mouth at the gesture. Their legs tangled beneath the sheets as they continued to kiss. While their first few nights were laced with urgency, they chose to take things slow. Each touch held a lifetime of love and yearning. Each caress spoke volumes.
They'd both spent so long questioning their realities, their most cherished memories stolen from them, forced into repeating loops where their connection was framed as wrong over and over. Neo knew the weight she still carried from those memories, as heavy as his own, and the irrational guilt and anger that came with being forced to forget each other. But the Analyst had never truly understood them. The torture he’d submitted them to had only served to draw them closer in the end. It brought a sense of wonder and deep aching need to their lovemaking in the real world now that they were free again, a desire that had grown even deeper and more powerful in the time they'd spent apart. The simple fact of their continued existence and enduring love for each other, in spite of their circumstances, felt miraculous.
There were moments when it could be overwhelming, their love and the exquisite beauty of sharing their passion through touch. They had each succumbed to it more than once since their reunion. Tonight it was Neo's turn. With her eyes closed and her hand cradling the back of his neck as they continued to kiss, Trinity felt his tears before she could see them. She pulled back just a fraction so she could rest her forehead against his and move her hands to cup his face and brush his tears away with her thumbs. His eyes met hers with sad desperation.
"I know, my love," she said, wanting to assure Neo that he didn’t have to explain.
Neo shut his eyes in a futile attempt to stop the flow of his tears. Trinity brushed her lips along his cheeks, marvelling at the sweetness of his skin and the saltiness of his tears.
"This is us now, Neo. We can't change that. We can't forget the past and what was done to us. But we can do everything we can to spite them. We're here, Neo. Together. We have a second chance..."
Her voice grew softer and softer until Neo had to strain to hear her. By the time she was trailing off, she was choking back tears of her own. It was his turn to soothe her now. He gathered her tightly into his arms and whispered in her hair. His fingers ran soothingly up and down her back as her silent tears crescendoed into sobs. They held each other for what seemed like hours, desperately trying to reassure the other that they were together and would never be apart again. Finally, when their sobs subsided, Trinity pulled away and brought her lips to his.
"Neo, I need...I need to love you."
Trinity kissed him again, harder, deeper, her tongue seeking his with a desperate longing. There was so much time to make up for, so many moments stolen, so much need to erase what had happened and create their own narrative again. She pulled back and he groaned in disappointment, trying futilely to draw her back to him, but she instead swung her leg over his body to straddle him. She settled on top of him, hands pressing into the softness of his stomach as she rolled her hips and gently ground her pelvis into his. Neo hummed, his hands gripping her thighs, and his hips reflexively bucked under her. She leaned over and trailed open mouth kisses along his jaw and then down his neck as her hands slid up his torso, settling on his chest. Her thumbs brushed over his nipples right as her teeth nipped at his pulse point, eliciting a deep moan from within him that vibrated against her mouth. She tilted her head up then, her lips grazing his earlobe.
“I need to show you how I never stopped loving you,” she breathed. Her mouth was upon his again in the next instant, her desire to pour all of herself into him urgent and steadfast.
Neo didn't expect her to prove anything to him. What happened to them was beyond their control and anything that either of them had done while imprisoned had no bearing on their love for each other. Still, Trinity's lips moved desperately against his. She needed him to know how sorry she was. It was irrational and she was all too aware that she wouldn't have been able to fight it even if she had known what was happening to her all those years - not without Neo - but the guilt she felt was palpable.
Neo would never say it but she knew that a part of him was hurt by the fact that she had married and had children without him, even if she didn't remember how and when any of that happened. She knew Neo would never blame her for that. It was the machines that did it and it was the machines that he directed his anger towards. But Trinity couldn't help it. She was the pawn and the machines were the player. They used her to hurt him. Now, alone in their room together again, she needed him to know how much she loved him. She needed to know how much she loved him.
Trinity met his gaze again and smirked as she rocked against his pelvis. In her eyes, there was a twinkle of mischief and desire and beneath it all the love and devotion she had always poured into him. The intensity of her gaze nearly broke him again but she was biting her lip now and her eyes were still sparkling and Neo decided he wanted to indulge in a more playful mood. He slid his hands from her thighs, up the sides of her torso, grazing the swell of her breasts before trailing back down to her waist where they encouraged her to rock with him again, eliciting a moan from them both.
"So, what exactly did you want to show me?" Neo asked in feigned innocence.
Trinity caught the change in his mood immediately and was glad to see him happy. She placed one hand on his chest and one on the bed, and then pushed herself up until she was sitting straddling him. Neo groaned at the delicious friction, but Trinity managed to keep in her own gasp and put on an innocent smile to match the one Neo had just given her. Keeping up a subtle movement of her hips against him, Trinity arched her back slightly and reached her arms over her head in a stretch meant to display as much of herself for Neo's enjoyment as possible. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a quick huff of air came out.
She'd left him speechless, as she so often had in their first life together, and she found it totally endearing. The look of awe on her face bolstered her confidence in a way she'd been grateful for multiple times in the last few weeks. Once the overwhelmingly urgent passion of their first week reunited had passed, Trinity had experienced several moments of extreme self-consciousness--both around Neo and on her own--regarding her changed body. True, her real-world body, having never borne children like her Matrix persona, had changed less than the version of herself she'd seen in the mirror in the Matrix. But the body she had been "resurrected" with bore mysterious scars she didn't want to contemplate, and her torso and back were riddled with extra plugs the synthients were still trying to decide if they could remove.
Thankfully, the large metal component at the nape of her neck, which she derisively called the "power outlet," had been replaced with a much smaller cap on both herself and Neo. Scars remained from the required skin grafts, but they were minimal. In short, the body she had arrived with at IO felt and looked somewhat foreign to her. She still had moments when she didn't like what she saw when she scrutinized herself, but she was being mindful of it. And one thing definitely helped: the way Neo was gazing at her right now, the same way he always did and always had, reminded her that the intensity of his desire for her had never waned, just as her need for him had never lessened.
She watched Neo swallow visibly as she traced one hand back and forth across her collarbone, a spot she knew Neo particularly liked. And she very much liked that he liked it. She raised her eyebrows at him as she felt him grow harder beneath him.
"Seems like you see something you like. Anything in particular?”
Neo slowly traced a pattern from one collarbone to the other, openly studying her.
“I don’t know,” he said, fingers wandering down to outline the shape of her breast and trace a nipple. “I can think of—” tracing down further, one finger dipping into her belly button, then moving left to splay his hand across her waist, “…a few things.”
His hand drifted to her lower back and squeezed her cheek firmly, fingers digging into soft flesh and muscle.
“Do I have to choose?” He used his grip on her ass to shift her back a little, groaning slightly as she moved against his cock. When he sat up to kiss her, Trinity could feel the muscles in his lower abdomen contract against her core. She moaned into his mouth, momentarily lost for words.
They were still getting used to their new apartment in Io. Even their own bodies felt unfamiliar. But when they kissed and held each other, Neo and Trinity were home. Never breaking contact with her lips or her ass, Neo sat up fully and Trinity shifted her legs around his waist and re-wrapped her arms around his neck. They both sighed deeply, savouring the contact. Then Trinity pulled back just enough that she could slip her hands under his shirt enough and pull it off.
"That's better," she said and eyed his chest appreciatively as soon as his shirt was off and his hands settled on her waist. She placed her hands on his now naked chest, feeling his heartbeat under her right palm. Then she rocked her hips against him once more, just so she could watch his head tilt back and his jaw dropped as he moaned. "You don't have to choose," she purred. "We have all night."
Neo practically growled in her ear. This was the Trinity he had grown to love and this is the Trinity he would always love. The sure-of-herself, spitfire woman that knew what she wanted and knew how to get it; The soft and gentle woman that took care of him and gave him exactly what he needed - all wrapped up in the perfect woman. He let his hands roam over the planes of her face, then traced the line of her jaw down to her clavicle where he knew she was sensitive. She shuddered under his touch and Neo hummed in appreciation that, even after 60 years apart, she still reacted to his touch the same way she had in their first six months together. Neo couldn't help but wonder if anything had changed, though. And he was determined to find out.
He slipped his hands underneath her loose tunic style dress, delighted by her lack of undergarments as he slid it over her head and tossed it aside. Trinity had never been a huge believer in wearing underwear around the house and rarely considered a bra outside of the occasional sports bra when absolutely necessary. Neo had grown to love that about her, the wild, passionate woman underneath the stoic exterior that protested against anything that wasn’t true to who she was or tried to constrain her. N
ot many people really knew the real Trinity, the woman behind the soldier, the woman with a heart so big and so tender, fiercely devoted to the very few people she treasured above all. Neo had always felt honoured whenever he took a moment to realize how lucky he was to be the one she loved above all others and now was no exception. She gazed at him with softness and vulnerability that he knew was reserved exclusively for him and he took in the sight of her, truly took her in, grateful that she had not dimmed the lights in their room too much to really see her.
“I love you so much,” he whispered as he pulled her close, rolling them so that she was beneath him, grateful for the ridiculously enormous mattress they’d decided on when furnishing their room to their liking. He wanted her to relax and simply enjoy the feeling of him devoting his immeasurable love for her to the worship of her body. He wanted to show her that no matter what horrors the last 60 years had brought to them, he would never stop loving her and couldn’t blame her for anything she’d been forced to do.
He cradled himself between her luscious thighs and smiled gently as he leaned in capturing her lips with his. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip before meeting hers in a slow dance, tempering their previous desperation with a leisurely pace, taking his time as he caressed her body.
“You don’t have to prove anything to me, Trinity,” he muttered as he drew back slightly, “I know that you love me and that’s enough. It’s always been enough.”
Trinity’s eyes burned into his, the intensity of her pain and adoration almost too much to bear as she placed her hands on either side of his face and pulled his mouth back to hers. Her lips gently sucked on his, as she slid one hand down over his bare chest and abdomen to the drawstring of his pants, pulling it loose before using her toes to hook underneath and slide them down over his hips. Neo moaned lightly as his growing erection sprang free and he brushed up against the wet warmth between her legs.
“Please Neo,” Trinity pleaded. “I need you, I need to feel you… all of you.” Her voice was ragged and full of longing as she reached between them to stroke over him, earning a low groan.
“God Trin,” he breathed against her lips, reaching between them to slide his fingers into her wet, swollen folds.
Trinity moaned deeply, urging him on as he slid two fingers inside of her, completely mad with desire as he felt her walls contract around him as slid them in and out, swirling them in a circular motion as he thumbed her clit. It wasn’t long before the longing for more was simply too much to bear and she moved his hand away, guiding him inside of her. He pushed in slowly until he was buried to the hilt, both of them moaning unreservedly at the connection and the sheer pleasure of simply being together.
They set into a slow, drawn-out rhythm, Neo circling his hips as he drew himself out almost completely before pushing himself back in as deep as he could go, aided by the thrusting of her hips in time with his. It was more about connection and love than anything else at that moment, two broken souls bringing healing and restoration to each other through touch. As much as Neo knew that Trinity loved to take control, he also knew there was a part of her that craved giving over the reins to him, allowing him to please her in the knowledge that he knew exactly what she wanted.
The slow, deliberate pace allowed them both to savour each sensation, from the exquisite thrum of pleasure each time Neo buried himself deep within her, rocking his pelvic bone against her clit, to the longing anticipation when he was almost fully withdrawn. Trinity had meant it when she said she wanted to feel all of him. It was not enough to feel his thighs pressed against hers, she wrapped her legs around him to touch even more of his skin.
With one arm she held his chest close to hers. With the other, she cupped the back of his neck, pulling their foreheads together. The effect of Trinity drawing Neo closer was to slow their movements even more, until they were truly moving as one, their pleasure building slowly, slowly, as they held each other's eyes, sharing more than words could tell of their mutual devotion.
The beginnings of tears pricked the corners of her eyes. The emotional and physical connection was overwhelming and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get close enough to Neo. She never had been able to. She clung to his back tightly with her fingers and legs as desperation ran through her. She needed him to know that she loved him more than anything -- more than words could begin to describe. Neo pulled away slightly after feeling the sensation of wetness on his collarbone. He examined Trinity closely, silently asking if she was okay. She nodded, almost too frantically.
"Everything is fine," she whispered. "I promise you. Please don't stop." Neo furrowed his brow and looked at her more intensely. "I promise." Neo nodded. He kissed the tears from her cheeks, whispered pure admiration and devotion in her ear, and resumed their slow rocking.
Trinity felt her stomach tighten but tried to slow her breathing, wanting to wait for Neo. “I want- are you close?” Trinity whispered, not trusting her voice to speak louder. Neo rolled his hips even deeper, speeding up just slightly while kissing her soundly.
“It’s ok, baby. Come for me, I want to see. Come on, baby,” he urged, his forehead against hers.
Trinity’s eyes opened in surprise. In their first life, they had not really called each other pet names. In more experimental moments he’d call her ma’am, but mostly they had used their names or else let their moans and sighs speak for them. At the time it had felt like an oath, like bearing witness to their existence, hoping that they would not be lost to the universe. Maybe in this life there would be more time for softness. Trinity felt a warm hope in her chest, then the air leaving her lungs as her orgasm washed over her, dragging her under the tide.
His words reverberated in her mind and they echoed as each wave of pleasure washed over her. Something about the softness in his voice, the warmness in his eyes, and the words that escaped his lips made her orgasm more intense. Trinity squeezed her eyes shut as she called out while Neo continued to roll his hips. When she finally opened them, his eyes were fixated on her.
"You're beautiful when you come," he whispered before brushing his lips across her brow. Her contractions slowed but did not subside. Neo continued his slow, tantalizing movement into her, urged on by the clenching pressure around him. He was close, but he held back. His main focus was Trinity.
When her last spasm had subsided, Trinity felt Neo still his body, too. In her euphoric daze, she closed her eyes and felt his lips trace over her face and his fingertips dance down the length of her neck and across her collarbone. Then she felt him shift back further and withdraw his still-hard cock completely. An involuntary moan of dissatisfaction escaped her.
"What're you doing?" she murmured, opening her eyes to give him a questioning look.
His eyes glinted back at her. He shifted to settle comfortably between her legs, but lower now, in a position that found his mouth hovering above her breasts. Trinity's eyes held an answering glint before Neo even had a chance to answer.
"You said we had all night," he crooned.
He dragged a finger across her lips and she took his invitation to draw the digit into her mouth and swirl her tongue around the tip until he groaned. He eyed her intently as he drew the wet finger down her right breast and across the nipple. She gasped and thrust her chest upward.
"Unless you think we're too old for that kind of thing," he challenged. Momentarily collecting her senses, Trinity met his eyes with even greater intensity. Silently, they shared stories of long nights in Zion and a few on the Neb when time and the world outside their door meant nothing.
"I have the stamina if you do. Darling ," she crooned.
Neo looked slightly shocked at Trinity's teasing use of the endearment darling. Actually, he looked a bit scared. "I didn't know if you noticed what I was saying," he admitted shyly."Did it bother you?"
"I definitely noticed," Trinity said evenly as she traced his ear with her right index finger. He still looked a little worried, and Trinity wouldn't allow that. She leaned up on her elbows and moved her hand to cup his cheek. She looked straight into his eyes and whispered gently, "I liked it."
She felt him exhale with exaggerated relief as he leaned his cheek further against her palm, closed his eyes, and smiled. Then his hands slid up the outside of her thighs and to loosely encircle her waist. Clearly intent on picking up where he'd left off in his attention to her, he began pressing brief, moist kisses around her belly button. The rasping sensation of his day-old beard stubble against her sensitive skin made her shiver.
"Neo..." she breathed out, a slight hitch in her voice. She knew where this was heading, and she needed to tell him something more before she became too engrossed in pleasure to think clearly.
"Hmm...?" Neo hummed in response against her lower belly. His thumbs were massaging circles on her hip bones in a way that nearly drove Trinity to give up on speaking, but she made another effort. This was important. She'd gotten into their bed tonight determined to tell him how much she loved him, whether through words or touch. She decided he deserved both.
Trying to get his attention, she ran a hand across the top of his head, from his brow and over the crown, signalling him to look back up at her. His soft, short hair bristled against her palm, and he looked into her eyes and her heart in a way that made her reach down with her other hand and intertwine their fingers against her hip.
"Neo. I want you to know what you said earlier. And the way you touch me, you make me feel..." She paused, grasping for the right way to say what she needed to say. He brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles, eyes locked on hers and silently, patiently waiting while she sought the right word. A word that was the opposite of how she'd felt for the last 20 years.
When she found it, she felt her voice tremble uncharacteristically.
"You make me feel cherished."
Tears pricked the corners of Neo's eyes. It pained him to hear her say things like that. He hated how crushing the last two decades had been for her -- she had been taken for granted and a woman like her, so indescribably perfect, deserved so much better. Neo shimmied back up so that he hovered just above her face. She looked so relaxed and at ease beneath him. Dipping down, he placed soft kisses on the high points of her face and smiled as she sighed after each contact of his lips.
"Trinity, I love you. You are my everything. You are a beacon of light and I will follow you into the dark. Without you, I am nothing. You make me somebody."
With that, he lowered himself to plant another kiss on her lips. Trinity's hands ran up his arms to his cheeks. She cradled his face in her hands, gently running her finger tips along his cheekbones, and deepened the kiss. When their lips finally parted, they lingered close as they shared a breath between them. Neo's eyes bore into hers. This was exactly what she had meant – he looked at her as if she were a goddess that he would sacrifice his life for. And he had, more than once, and she knew he would a thousand times more, just as she would.
This was how she wanted to make him feel, too. Trinity needed him to know that he was equally cherished and adored.
"You were never nothing, Neo," she whispered as she continued to meet his eyes, basking in his love. "I always saw you. Your kindness and your strength." Trinity's eyes blurred with tears as she took a breath and held his eyes -- eyes so warm they never failed to melt her heart. What she wanted to tell him couldn't fit into words, but she kept trying.
"The more I know you, the more there is to love. I just hope that this time we have years - decades - to love each other," she finished, stroking his cheeks as he touched his forehead to hers.
"Trinity," he breathed and his breath hitched. Before either could begin to cry in earnest, she captured his lips and he kissed her back fiercely. Now they were both desperate to show each other all the love that words could not express.
Neo finally broke the kiss, moving to kiss the point of her left cheekbone.
"We have all" - he kissed her right cheek - "the time" - he kissed her under her right ear - "in the world.”
He kissed where her neck met shoulder, a soft kiss at first that bloomed as he nipped at her skin, sucking enough to bruise, to prove in the morning that he had been there, that he was staying and not letting go.
Trinity moaned quietly as he marked her, arching her back. He took that opportunity to wrap an arm under her, his large, strong hand splaying across her spine. He brought her closer, gasping into her neck as her breasts pressed into him. He remembered what his plan had been, and maneuvered down to take a nipple into his mouth, squeezing her other breast in his free hand before trailing it down to rest above her clit.
Neo ran his hands down her sides before letting them rest on the swell of her hips. He caressed the soft skin with his thumbs for a moment then looked up at her body. Her chest heaved with desire and her fingers were already clinging to the sheets in anticipation.
"You're fucking beautiful, you know that? Gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."
He didn't let her respond--if he did, they'd both be emotional wrecks again. He wanted to start worshipping her instead. He wanted to make her forget everything and everyone but him and his immense love for her.
Neo pressed the flat of his tongue against her, humming as she shuddered. He didn't have to look up to know that she had thrown her head back against the pillows. He had barely started but the muscles in her thighs already trembled and shook.
He continued to lave at her slowly, drawing out her pleasure gradually. He desperately needed her to know that he would happily die between her thighs if that's what she wanted.
Trinity sighed in pleasure and shifted on the bed under the dedicated attention of Neo's mouth. She drew her legs close to him in a clear effort to wrap herself around him as thoroughly as she had earlier. Neo decided to help her, and himself, by hooking her legs over his shoulders. Without bothering to look away from his current task, he slid his left hand around the curve of her hip. She murmured her approval at his feather-light touch as his fingertips traced down the outside of her thigh. He continued a gentle massaging path downward in the way she'd always liked best.
Just as he was ready to grip her leg above her knee and maneuver it into position over his shoulder, she jerked unexpectedly and his fingers pressed into the soft skin on the back of her knee. She'd always been extremely and uncomfortably ticklish in that spot, so he usually made a concerted effort to avoid touching her there directly. He expected her to pull her leg away quickly in reflex but, instead, she moaned and pushed her leg more firmly against his hand.
This reaction...was new. Experimentally, he repeated the massaging movement of his fingers. She moaned again, but louder.
Although Neo knew first-hand that time in the resurrection pods had caused some confusing "wires crossed" type remapping of sensation on his own body--in just one example, his inner right arm was now insanely sensitive in a spot just above his wrist--Trinity hadn't mentioned having the same experience when he asked. Obviously, he hadn't asked her in the right way.
Experimentally, he stroked the crease behind her knee with extremely light pressure. She gasped. He looked up at her face to confirm that she really was enjoying this new sensation.
"Trin? This is good?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered with a ragged sigh. "Don't stop."
Neo didn't have any intention of stopping. In fact, he realized with delight, if Trinity had one new erogenous zone, there were bound to be others. He suddenly had a new life goal: discovering every newly pleasurable place on Trinity's body, mapping them in his mind, and exploring them. Thoroughly.
Neo's mind raced with possibility and another wave of emotion rolled over him; there was still so much to explore about Trinity, so much untouched path laid ahead of them in this miraculous and brutal new life. He dragged his finger across her silky skin once again, feeling her calf tighten and twitch against his wrist. Now that she had already come once, Neo wagered he had a little more time to explore before her need became too urgent again.
He grabbed the back of her knee, thrilled by her small shriek, and sat up, swinging her leg around so that she lay on her stomach. She made herself comfortable, one hand flat on the mattress with the other wrapped around a pillow. She craned her neck back, suspiciously eyeing him. Neo winked at Trinity, and her suspicion melted into playfulness.
"I thought I told you not to stop," she smiled at him, an eyebrow cocked in faux-admonishment.
"I'm not!" Neo grinned, running his thumb solidly over the back of her knee once more. He watched her face intently, feeling when her eyes closed and lips parted that he had discovered some arcane relic, some magical artifact lost to history that was now his to protect and delight in. He repeated the action until Trinity's head hit the pillow, her hips tilting gently into the mattress. He leaned down, licking a firm stripe across the back of her other knee, and felt that leg come up reflexively as she smothered a wail into the sheets. He gripped her ankle with his free hand, holding it gently on the bed to avoid being kicked in the face.
Trinity groaned at his grip, wiggling her hips almost giddily as he stroked one knee and kissed the other, trying to soak up as much newness from her as possible. The position was not entirely comfortable; Neo gave her ankle an inquisitive squeeze and Trinity hummed in response. He released his hold on her and held himself up with that hand, using the leverage to trail his other fingers from her knee up the back of her thigh. When she whined again he stopped, raising his head to see where his discovery had taken him.
His fingers were nestled below the lush crease where ass met thigh; sensitive nerves from her cunt clearly spread like roots under the skin there if Trinity's moans were any indication. He slid the hand on the mattress up toward her waist and relaxed onto his forearm, placing open-mouthed kisses and nips on the same place on her opposite thigh.
Trinity felt a strange vulnerability in response to Neo's exploration. Mere moments ago he had his face buried directly between her legs, but there was something even more intimate about how he was touching her now. He was discovering things about her body that she hadn't known herself.
He was kissing and touching her in ways that sent unexpected thrills up her spine and straight to her core. It was so intense that in one moment she almost wanted to tell him to stop but in the next, it felt so good that she couldn't bear the thought of it ending.
It was still so strange, after all the time they’d spent wrapped up in each other’s naked bodies, she’d assumed they knew each other completely. That they’d explored every inch of each other, back to front, inside and out, but ever since being brought back to life, after being reunited they’d been discovering each other in new ways. There were times when Trinity felt like her body was entirely new with so much more to discover. It was both exciting and overwhelming in ways she couldn’t describe.
“I need…” she whimpered, unable to even articulate what she needed at the moment. Did she want him to keep exploring new areas or did she want him to continue building her pleasure, letting his tongue stroke her into ecstasy as he so often did.
She was torn between what was familiar and reliable and the thrill of discovering new pleasures to leave her head spinning and hopefully toes curling in sheer ecstasy.
“Tell me,” Neo encouraged as he continued kissing over her. He stroked his tongue from the crux of her ass and the back of her thigh and back up along her leg to the back of her knee once more. Trinity squirmed and moaned under him, unable to deny the sensations he was creating. “Please,” Neo continued, “Tell me what you want. I will do anything you ask.”
Trinity attempted a grounding breath but found herself shaking. A moment ago she had been overwhelmed by sensations as Neo explored her body in ways no one ever had before. Now his hands were nearly still, resting warmly on her calf and thigh. He had asked her... something...
Trinity brought herself up onto her elbows so she could look over her shoulder at him. Meeting his eyes she found an intensity there - a desire to share everything, to give her everything - that left her feeling even weaker.
"Come here," she urged desperately, reaching a hand back to Neo. The only thing she knew for certain was that she needed him closer. She needed more of him.
Neo sensed her urgency and drew himself up. With half of his body draped across her and one elbow supporting his weight beside her, he craned his neck to find her mouth with his. She kissed him hungrily, delving into the familiar comfort of his lips, teeth, and tongue. At the same time, the warm pressure of his chest against her back and his hard cock against her thigh had her body begging for more.
"Tell me," he said, then began pressing sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach. She closed her eyes and sighed as his lips dragged over her temple, cheek, and jaw, then cried out when he drew her earlobe between his teeth and gently nipped the tender bit of flesh.
Before Trinity could vocalize her desire, her hips began to lift and rock into him. The position was awkward so they moved together in silent agreement to make it better. Trinity rose onto all fours and Neo kneeled behind her. He leaned forward to brace his weight on one arm as his other arm wrapped around to cup the weight of her breast. His tongue tasted the salty skin at her shoulder blade.
His weight and his warmth nearly engulfed her but it was not enough. "I just want you, Neo," she managed. "I want you... all around me. So deep inside me."
Neo nodded against her shoulder. He wanted the same thing--desperately--but he was enjoying how much he had built up Trinity's desire and wasn't so sure he was ready to stop just yet.
Neo kneaded her breast in his large hand, humming in appreciation at the size and weight of it in his palm. The skin was soft, softer now after leaving the Anomaleum, and Neo truly understood what Trinity had meant about the softness of his skin all those years ago.
Trinity stifled a soft cry into the pillow as Neo caught her nipple between his fingers, pinching just enough to gain a reaction. His other hand trailed down the curve of her waist, revelling in the softness of her figure. Trinity leaned into his touch as though she was drawn to his hand by a magnet, her hips swaying with each caress.
Neo's hand came to rest on her hip, his fingers splayed across the milky skin, and his thumb massaged over her hip bone. He shuffled behind her, repositioning so her calf was between his knees, then pulled back gently, bringing them both into an upright position.
The hand on her breast moved to brush the hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear, before returning to its fixation on her breast. The other hand continued to explore the skin of her hip, stomach, and thigh. Trinity sighed with pleasure and leaned back into Neo, resting against him. His erection pressed hard into the back of her thigh and she could feel his growing need alongside her own; his desire excited her and she could feel the wetness between her legs start to drip down her inner thighs.
Trinity's head lolled back against Neo's shoulder and he took the opportunity to resume planting wet kisses along the side of her throat, pausing briefly to whisper in her ear.
"Relax, Trinity. Let me take care of you."
Trinity hummed at Neo's request, relaxing fully back to offer him all of her elegant neck. His lips tingled at the buzz in her throat and he deepened his kiss there, wanting to drink up her pleasure through her skin. When he heard her whimper quietly, he licked down from behind her ear to the hollow of her neck.
Again he devoured her, trying to savour all of her simultaneously: her silky skin against his open mouth, her syncopated, delicate gasps, the curve of her hip yielding under his palm, the heat of her skin against his hard cock.
Trinity's gasps turned to whimpers as Neo continued his exploration. She moaned his name repeatedly, the word urgent and sacred in her mouth. He tilted his hips then, adjusting until the wet tip of him pressed insistently into her.
"Are you ready?" Neo murmured soothingly. Trinity gave a little distracted nod, focused entirely on the throb of her need.
"So beautiful, Trin," Neo whispered as he entered her, his voice shaking with restraint. "Gonna get so deep, gonna fill you up, give you what you want, Trin." He rocked slowly, nearly to the hilt inside her. She cried his name and he stroked her hip with his thumb. "Give you what you deserve, give you everything," he breathed against her.
Neo eased himself as deep as he could, basking in Trinity's moans as she adjusted to the fullness. When she quieted, he turned his head into her neck and inhaled deeply, taking in the salt and musk of her hairline now damp from exertion.
"Neo," Trinity whispered, her voice more breath than sound. "Move- please, darling."
Neo released his grip on her hip to wrap his arm around her lower stomach, drawing her even closer with his wide forearm. The hand on her breast came to her sternum, long fingers and thumb splaying across the tops of both breasts as he held her firmly. With a quiet grunt, Neo began tilting his hips slowly, groaning as his cock dragged inside her only a few millimetres back and then forth. His brain fizzed like champagne; the achingly slow and shallow movement heightening his desire, lulling him into a dreamlike rhythm.
"Is this how you wanted me, Trin? Wanted to be trapped in my arms, wrapped tight around my cock? Is this deep enough?" Neo whispered, his voice gravely but the questions sincere. Trinity answered with a warm moan, words elsewhere as she could only focus Neo all around her.
"Mmm...hmmm," Trinity moaned in agreement between the sighs and gasps that escaped her involuntarily. She meant to say yes, this is everything I wanted, all of you and more, please, I can never get enough .
But she had been lulled into the same trance as Neo, where all that existed was him and her, his arms enveloping her, her pussy holding tight to his cock, their shallow breathing aligned, their slick bodies moving as one.
She fell deeper and deeper into his arms, relaxing her back into his chest and her head against his shoulder even as her pelvis moved in time with his thrusts.
Neo growled in approval of her surrender and withdrew his cock further before sliding back even deeper. She answered with a strangled cry which made him even more desperate to please her.
He dropped his head towards hers, moving his lips to her ear to mutter: "Yeah, Trin, God. My love. Let me take you. Fuck. So gorgeous. Wanna fuck you forever."
Trinity arched impossibly closer against Neo and reached toward him frantically with both hands. One hand rested on Neo's own at her lower belly, Trinity's finger's sliding between his. The other hand reached back blindly to pet Neo's scalp. He finally had enough hair for her to grab, which pleased Trinity immensely. She had always loved pulling his thick, dark hair, steering him where he was needed, carding her nails through it to soothe him, teasing him when it stuck up at irregular angles after a rigorous boiler room tryst. She tangled her fingers in the silver and black inches and pulled just because she could, just to hear the delicious whimper she knew it would cause. He moaned high in his throat, bucking forward a millisecond out of rhythm.
She thrilled at the familiarity of his response, no less gorgeous from repetition. She thought back to the scorching new sensations he had drawn from her this evening, how they would master the art of each other's bodies all over again.
"Forever, Neo," she agreed, turning her head as best she could towards his. "Could fuck me forever, and I'd want more. Want every inch of you." She pulled his head toward her for a sloppy, straining kiss.
Despite the angle, Neo kissed her hungrily, feasting on her desire as he continued his slow, deep thrusts. He held Trinity tightly against him, his large hand pressed hard into her sternum and his fingers splayed, reaching for the soft skin of her throat. Neo's fingers buzzed with the sensation of Trinity's moans, which only grew louder with each forward motion of his hips.
Sensing her need, Neo lowered the arm around her waist so that he could cup her between her legs. Trinity bucked against his touch, breaking their rhythm slightly. She reached behind her and gripped Neo's thighs tightly, giving him both leverage and the ability to drive himself even deeper.
Neo stilled his movements for a moment, sighing as he settled inside her, the front of his pelvis pressing firmly into her ass.
She exhaled, relaxing down onto his cock. His hand at the base of her throat slid a little further up her neck, fingers squeezing slightly.
He felt her pulse stutter under his thumb and a soft groan fell out of her lips.
Neo smirked, grinding his hips into her ass before pulling out almost completely, then thrusting back into her with long, slow strokes.
Her nails dug into his thighs leaving little crescent-shaped moons on his skin.
It was getting harder and harder to focus, but the feeling of his fingers circling her clit brought her back, “Fuck”, Trinity gasped.
"You like this?" Neo asked as he rolled his hips and changed his rhythm. "You like when I take you like this? From behind with my cock buried deep?"
Trinity opened her mouth to speak, wanting desperately to match his tone, to turn him on with her words just as much as his did to her, but all that came out was a choked whimper as the fingers on her throat pressed harder into the soft flesh.
"What's that?" Neo grunted. His voice was gruff and raw, laced with a desire that warmed her from within. Any semblance of control Trinity had was gone; Neo had her dripping and melting in his strong hands and she didn't want the upper hand. Sometimes, it was nice to let Neo take her how he wanted and he was very, very good at taking what he wanted from her.
“I do,” she said, breathless. “I love it when you fuck me like this. I…oh, god…I love it when I can feel every inch of you inside of me.”
He grunted, his hips bucking involuntarily at her words. While one hand worked expertly around her clit, the other found the strong line of her jaw and pressed her head back so that it was resting against his shoulder again. His grip tightened as the pace of his thrusts quickened, spurred by her deep, throaty moans in his ear.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he said, straining to control his movements. He needed to feel her shake and convulse around him, needed to feel her pulsate and scream as his cock pounded into her. He circled her clit with increased pressing and pressed his face, sticky with the sweat, against hers.
“Come for me, Trin,” he rasped. “Let me hear how fucking good I can make you feel.”
His voice in her ear, thick with desire and strained with need, was enough to set her over her edge. She came undone around him, her body arching as she cried out his name. He held her through her orgasm, one hand soft against her cheek while the other gentle against her clit, drawing out every last shudder he could from within her. Her heart hammered in her heaving chest and she turned her head so that her lips just barely brushed his ear.
“That was so good, baby,” she said, still catching her breath. “Now push me down and fuck me until you come inside of me.”
He growled and his hips reflexively thrust up against her ass. Then, suddenly enough that she let out a cry of surprise, he pushed her forward with the weight of his body. Her hands caught her and she smirked, looking over her shoulder at him. He left a trail of wet kisses down her spine as he drew himself back and up, his hands gripping her hips as he widened his stance on his knees behind her.
She caught his eye as he pulled out of her and smiled, her eyes then rolling back into her head as he pushed back into her with impressive force. His hips moved in earnest as her head dropped forward, each thrust inside of her forcing a wail from her mouth. He grunted in time with her, the sounds of their pleasure filling their ears and spurring them on. A mere moment later, his fingers dug into her flesh with a bruising grip and he pressed his cock hard into her, spilling inside of her as he called out her name now, as she dropped to her elbows and pushed her ass back into him. He fell back over her, sweaty and panting hard against her neck.
“I love you so much,” he said, breathless. “God, you’re so hot and I love you so much.”
She smiled as they collapsed together, both of them hissing slightly as he pulled out of her. Her thighs were wet and slick with their combined fluids and the heady scent of sex filled the air as they curled up together. Her breasts pillowed his head and she ran her fingers through his damp hair as he came down from his release.
“I can’t believe I lived without this for so long,” he said, his hand resting on the swell of her hip and his legs tangled with hers. He could feel his heartbeat finally beginning to calm, his breath finally starting to even.
“We have a lot of time to make up for,” she said. “Should be fun, don’t you think?”
He could hear the smile in her voice and he once again knew, without the shadow of a doubt, he was the luckiest man in the goddamn world.